Canada: Cum-Union (Finale at the Sling)

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Canada: Cum-Union (Sharing Ass)

Toronto—August, 2017

(This post picks up immediately after the last.)

A young, blond French-Canadian bumps into me as I round the corner of the entrance to the play area.  He takes a look at my tumescent dick. “You aren’t going anywhere…” he tells me.  He grabs my wrist and leads me to the fuck bench near the slurp ramp.  He gets right up on it, presenting his downy ass for my inspection.  I kneel and stick my tongue into him.  He’s a new arrival—fresh from the shower.  Beads of water still cling to the light hair in his crack.  He is maybe 30, classically good looking and has already collected a small crowd just by getting on the bench.

He moans.  “Eat me out daddy.”  He groans again as my tongue works ever deeper into him.  I eat him out, making him even wetter.

I stand up.  There are now half a dozen guys watching us.  I slap his butt with my hard cock.  It prods at his pucker.  I hear the cap of his poppers come off.  I wait for him to inhale.  One more moment for the vapor to do its magic—and I enter him.  One long stroke.  “Fuuuck…” he groans.  I wait for a just a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He’s great.  His hole clings to my cock.  “You like my hole?” he asks.

I don’t answer, I just slap his ass, making it tighten down even more on my dick.  Most of our watchers are the twinks who never do anything in public but stroke (or chatter) but there is one man around my age, with a terrific hairy chest.  He has removed his towel and hung it around his neck.  He stands right next to me, stroking his slightly bigger than regulation cock.  “Go put that in his mouth,” I tell the guy.  He pushes past the younger men and feeds his dick to the eager boy on the bench.  We lock eyes and begin fucking into our respective holes in unison.  It’s hot—and the boy under us is loving it.  “Get his dick good and wet.  He’s going to fuck your ass next,” I tell him.  We break rhythm as the bottom works harder on the dick in his mouth, holding it in place so he can lick the head and spit on it.

I nod to the older guy—silently asking if he’s ready to take his turn.  He nods.  He comes around as I pull out.  I spend a moment tasting the hole I’ve just fucked and I spit the juices I’ve collected onto the wet dick waiting patiently for me to finish.  The man sticks his cock into the slightly puffy hole.  He sighs and instantly begins a jack rabbit fuck of the boy.  It crosses my mind that I may have an entire meal in just moments.  He pummels the ass relentlessly and the boy is moaning a long, low note of pleasure.  The man abruptly stops and pulls out.  I bend and lick the head of his dick.

“Don’t!  I’ll cum.” 

I go to my knees and taste the hole he just fucked into submission.  Damn, the man is a heavy pre-cummer.  I stand up.  I re-enter and fuck him.  Harder and faster.  The boy pants and reaches out to one of the twinks, trying to get under the towel. The man stands rigid watching me—seemingly scared to touch himself. I pull out.  The hole is frothy with ass lube and our mixed pre-cum.  I taste it again.  And offer it to the other top.

He sticks his dick in again.  He gives him three or four strokes and stops.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pulls out and quickly covers himself with his towel and takes off.  I kneel and check to see if by chance he left a load.  He hasn’t—but the hole is tastier every time I kneel.  When I stand up, the boy moves to get off the bench.  I help him.

“Kiss me,” he whispers.  “Let me taste myself.”

We share a quiet, passionate kiss.  The boy is hung—his big dick is having as hot a swordfight below as our tongues are above.  When we finally break, he gets back on the bench, but on his back, balancing on the upper support.  “I want to see you fuck me.  And get off while you do it.”  I put his legs on my shoulders and enter him again.

“Oh, fuck!” he cries as he feels the full length of me enter him.  His hand is a blur as he whacks off his big dick.  In moments I am fucking a huge load of jizz out of him and onto his hairless stomach.  I slow down.  I bat his hand away from his cock.  I bend over and begin to lick it up.  He squirms—loving it and hating it at the same time.  I leave it in my mouth.  I don’t swallow.  I go back to my knees and slowly reverse felch it into his ass. 

The boy knows just what I’m doing.  He can feel his hole growing slippery.  “You just put my cum up there…”

I stand and nod.  “Now you’ll be lubed for your next cock.”

He sits up and kisses me—licking the last of his cum from my lips.

*****

I wander. 

By chance I find myself back at the Latino’s room.  He is lying there, door open and ass up.  I go in, fall to my knees and start licking his hole.  “You really came back,” he says, never turning around to see me. 

I grunt assent. 

“Fuck me with that big dick.  I can take it now.” 

I’m pretty sure that I can taste ‘why he can take it now.’  I spit it back into his hole.  I stand and push into his ass.  The Latino grunts, but takes me effortlessly.  I am now sure that he’s loaded.  My dick is making the most erotic squelching sounds. 

“Can you feel that load?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“These guys who said they were partners both wanted to load me.”

“That’s so hot.”

“Let me taste them.”  I pull out of his ass.  The Latino spins and swallows my dick down, which is indeed coated in cum. “I want to ride you,” he says when he pulls off me.

I lie down on the bed.  He mounts me, facing away from me.  His round, hairy ass looks doubly hot with my cock splitting it in two.  He rides me—taking my entire length on each stroke.  He stands up and switches—so now he is facing me, still in charge of pleasuring himself on my engorged dick.
 

The Latino is picking up speed; he is now slamming himself down on me.  Suddenly he shudders.  He grinds himself down on my cock.  He shudders again.  His eyes roll up into his head.  His toes curl.  His intense internal orgasm causes his ass to squeeze me relentlessly.  A single large drop of cum oozes from his cock.  My index finger wipes it off and I bring it to my mouth.

“Damn—that was nice,” the Latino sighs and rolls off me, lying next to me on the single bed.  He looks like he could fall asleep.  I sit up and realize that I could too.  I’ve been fucking for over three hours.  I thank him and head to my room.  I put in my ear plugs, set an alarm on my phone for an hour of napping and fall asleep—even while feeling the thump of the driving bathhouse music…

Next post:  A sling sandwich…and I get off. 

Canada: Cum-Union (All Colors of the Rainbow)

Toronto—August, 2017

(This post picks up immediately after the last.)

I walk back towards the dim corridor with the glory holes.  I watch a tall, dark skinned Egyptian slip past the curtain.  I follow him in. 

Hands grab me and pull me into a strong embrace.  “You suck my dick?” the Egyptian whispers in my ear.  “You suck me good?”

I nod.  His large hands find my shoulders and push me to the floor.  His towel is tented.  Significantly.  It falls to the floor with little help from me.  I am slapped in the face with his large erection.  I open wide and take him into my mouth.  He’s long—and just thick enough I don’t feel I can use my tongue the way I prefer.  It doesn’t matter.  He begins a slow rhythmic fuck of my mouth.  My ears are grabbed.  He holds me in place.  I expect a tempo change—that he will pick up the pace of his hooded cock pumping into my mouth.  But he doesn’t—he’s found his groove and is moaning.  And precumming.  There is juice leaking like crazy out of the folds of skin that cover his cock head.

He lets go.  I pull off his cock, grabbing it at the base, so he knows I’m not really going anywhere.  I get some more air in my lungs, pull back his foreskin and start tonguing the leaking head.  He sighs.  I use every trick I know to give him pleasure.

Then it’s back to his pumping into me.  This time at a slightly faster pace.  I think I’m about to get a load.  Other guys stop and watch us in the dim light.  Hands reach out and stroke his chest and my head.  One tries to pull his dick out of my mouth.  The Egyptian stops pumping.  He pulls me to my feet.  “Do you have a room?”

I nod.  It’s right around the corner.  We walk there, neither of us bothering to cover our immense erections.  He tells me he is from Egypt—here on business—and how much he loves sex with Canadian men.  I let him into my room.  He throws his towel to the floor.  I sit on the bed, instead of going to my knees—ready to resume. 

“Lie down on your back.”

I do it, head near the edge of the bed so he can face fuck me.  He does just that—but only for a moment.  He pulls out with a grunt.  He turns and surprises me by sitting on my face.  He grinds this beautiful, black haired butt onto my mouth.  My tongue finds his hole.  It flowers open.  I am suddenly tongue fucking him.  He groans and starts talking in his native language while he jerks his dick.  His other hand pulls a cheek to the side, allowing me to go deeper yet.

Suddenly he stands, turns and begins shooting his load into my open mouth.  His aim is almost perfect.  One shot lands on my nose, but the rest of this large load is perfectly deposited on my tongue.

“Swallow me down” he hisses.  I close my mouth and swallow it all.  I wipe the errant cum off the bridge of my nose and clean my finger.  I reach for his dick to lick that clean, too, but he stops me—still shaking from his orgasm.

He grabs his towel, thanks me and leaves.  Only then do I find there is some cum in my beard, too.

*****

I walk around a bit.  I find myself back at the slurp ramp.  I go up on the platform.  I am sucked by an older man who gives me exquisite head.  He moves onto the cock sticking out of the hole next to me.  Another man goes for me.  He can’t seem to open his mouth wide enough.  I stop him.  A third takes his place.  I look at the man next to me—a fairly short, young African.  His big, bent dick is being sucked by the great sucker.  We grin at each other. 

The suckers move on.  No one takes their place.  The man next to me reaches over and tries to work a finger into my ass.  I pull away—which shows him my cock.  He kneels on the slurp ramp and takes me into his mouth.  But we are kind of in the way.  He leads me down the stairs and into the largest of the booths at the end of it.  He goes back to sucking me—and prodding my hole—sure I want his big dick up my ass.  Then it’s my turn.  I have to really watch that my incisors don’t scrape his dick when I hit the curve.  He groans encouragement.  “Take it.”  I do.  To the root.

I pull off to catch my breath.  I turn him and attack his bubble butt with my mouth.  This surprises him, but he leans over and grinds his hole down on my tongue.  “Eat my ass, fucker,” he mumbles.  I realize his head is out of this door-less booth and he has a young man in his mouth.  I re-double my eating of his ass.  I slurp and spit.  His hole is dripping.

He stands up.  “Fuck me with that big dick.”  He hands me a Magnum.  For a fraction of a second I am about to refuse.  Instead I drop back to my knees, continue to eat his butt and suit up.  I use extra lube on my latexed dick.  I stand up.  I enter slowly.  He groans loudly.  My dick slides home.  I wait a moment.  Just long enough for the young man to get another passerby’s cock in his mouth.  I fuck him hard and fast—pushing him down on the boy’s dick in his mouth.  He grunts his willingness and his hand is flying over his own big, bent dick.  The color contrast is great—my white dick plowing his Black ass with a Brown Latino cock in his mouth.

It can’t last.  He’s in spit roast heaven.  He shoots big—all over the tile floor.  I pull out.  He stands and embraces me.  We kiss, hug and I slide down to the floor to clean his cock.

“Thank you, daddy.  That was perfect.”  And he goes home very happy indeed.  I follow him out, my cock swinging—there’s no way it can go back in the jock. 

A young, blond French-Canadian bumps into me as I round the corner of the entrance to the play area.  He takes a look at my tumescent dick. “You aren’t going anywhere…” he tells me.  He grabs my wrist and leads me to the fuck bench near the slurp ramp…

Next post:  FP shares the French-Canadian...

Canada: Cum-Union (Warm-up and a Loaded Hole)

Toronto—August, 2017

I have taken an end of summer trip to Ontario for years.  I combine going to an arts festival with whoring around Toronto so I can stimulate both my heads.  This year I started and ended my trip with stays in Toronto.  The first was timed to coincide with Cum-Union.  CU is held at Steamworks.  I checked in two hours before the time for the gathering to begin.  I had had a long drive in.  I wanted to shower and nap.  I did both.  And then I took a tour to reacquaint myself with the public play areas…

I start by the locker room and public showers.  There is a man just finishing at the urinal who really makes me wish I’d arrived two minutes earlier.  He shakes himself, smiles at me and leaves.  I piss.  I am very aware the last drop of piss ends in my stained jock.  I am now wearing my chaps, boots and harness.  My regulation bathhouse towel is tossed over my shoulder.  The younger men, who are everywhere, look at me with either desire or disgust.  The latter tighten their towels around their waists and scurry away.

I go into the slurp ramp area across from the locker room.  The raised platform is pretty much empty.  One lone man stands on it, letting his dick be sucked by a young Asian man below him.  I don’t go up on the platform. I check to see if there is still a fuck bench here—there is, currently empty.  I leave the area past some booths where you can either suck the man next door or stand up and service men from the ramp a little more privately.  Two doors next to each other are closed and I can hear the sounds of sex behind them.

The second area is in the middle of the warren of rooms.  There is a public sling, and on either side, two fuck benches jammed into small, enclosed spaces.   A young guy is in the sling.  A half dozen condoms in their foil packages lying on his stomach make it clear what he wants.  I smile at him and keep going. 

No one has seemingly rented the private sling rooms.  Or they are keeping the doors locked tight. 

The third public area is a short corridor in front of three booths.  Two booths are typically doored, but the middle one has a glass door so others can watch.  All have glory holes to connect them and as well as to the outside.  I sit down on the bench by the far booth.  I hear noise inside.  I hunker down and look through the hole.  Two young men are trading blowjobs.  They don’t seem to need another dick coming through the wall.  I get off my knees and sit again.  In moments, I have a large, ebony cock in my mouth.  I can’t see my feeder at all.  His massive frame has blacked out what little light was coming through the curtained door to the hallway.  I suck him enthusiastically and my tiredness from the trip melts away.  My tongue on the underside of his cock head is making him leak onto my tongue.

I suddenly feel a mouth on my cock.  A man has wormed his way between the spread legs of the man in my mouth and is sucking me.  He’s good, too.  The guy in my mouth pulls out and moves on.  The man on my cock continues for a moment, then stands up.  His cock is small, but he eagerly shoves it into my mouth.  He fucks my face for a moment, before dropping back to his knees and swallowing me down again.

He pulls off me.  “Come to my room.”  I really want to play in public, but since there were so few people around on my inspection tour, I agree.  We go out into the corridor and I can finally see the man who’s been on my cock.  He’s late 40’s, Latino, with a sculpted beard and a shaved head.  When we get back to his room, I find that he’s a good kisser, too.  He spends a long time on his knees worshipping my dick and balls, while I’m spread eagled on his bed.  He’s the perfect warm up act.  It will never get me off, but he is really getting the blood pumping into my dick. 

“Let me taste your ass.”

He sits on my face.  Delicately at first.  Soon he’s grinding down on my tongue.  He rides me and becomes very vocal.  “Fuck me, man.   I want that bare dick in me.”  He takes matters into his own hands.  He rears off my face and starts to sit on my dick. “Holy fuck.”  He’s only got the first two inches into him.  He pulls off me.  “I have to get fucked by a normal dick first.”  I agree to find him later in the evening. 

The crowd has arrived.  Suddenly the corridors are full.  I make my way back to the sling.  No one in it, but there is a hot looking pale ass on the fuck bench to the right.  I squeeze into the room, leaving the door open.  I drop to my knees.  His whole body jolts as my tongue finds his hole.  It’s wet, but I don’t think it’s cum.  He moans.  Heads poke around the door frame to watch me eat this pig’s ass.  At one point I slap it and make him moan.  I spit on it and stand up. 

I can see more of him now.  He’s mid-30’s, slim and dirty blond.  “Fuck me, Sir.”

I don’t answer I just slap my cock against his now juicy hole.

“No condoms, Sir.  Fuck me raw.”

I don’t answer him.  I just shove my dick into him. 

“Argh!”  He grunts through his teeth.  I fuck him hard enough to rock the wooden bench so it keeps bumping into the wall.

I pull out.  The young man instantly spins around and tastes his ass on my dick.  This makes a watching twink do a sharp intake of breath—something he’s likely only seen in porn.  I let him clean me up.  “Let me taste your hole again,” I tell him.  He gets back on the bench.  I stick my tongue deep into him.  I now think there is a load in him that I’m churning.  He tastes so much better.  I stand up and smear my precum on his hole—and tell him just what I’m doing.

“Fuck it into me, Sir.”

I do it.  Another hard driving fuck.  The bench rocks.  I pull out and he spins again.

We repeat the whole sequence once more.  This time I definitely pull out some anonymous load for him to clean off my cock.  I see a man at the door.  He looks like he’d like a turn on this wet ass.  I nod to him and squeeze past him.  I hear the bench rocking the moment I am in the corridor.

I walk back towards the dim corridor with the glory holes.  I watch a tall, dark skinned Egyptian slip past the curtain.  I follow him in…

Next post:  FP continues savoring the incredible ethnic variety of Toronto.

FP Goes to Canada

I started a post about my experiences at Cum-Union Toronto this morning before I spent the rest of the day with various appointments—and was left with no time to write.   I have decided, as my writing time is at a premium this week, to break it up into shorter segments.  So I hope to have one or two exploits about CU posted each day for the next few days.

Now the Tom of Finland pictures is not an exact illustration of Cum-Union.  Matter of fact, I was the only one there who dressed for sex.  This actually looks much more like the party I attended two days after Cum-Union…  

A New Side to an Old Trick

Near Home—August, 2017

Sometime during the last week of August I pulled my right hamstring.  I don’t know how I did it. I had kept up doing more yoga since I’d taken the classes at CLAW this last April, but I am pretty sure that I didn’t over stretch.  I could walk with no problem, but if the leg was bent a certain way the pain was intense.  (It’s better now—but not completely gone.)  I am so rarely sick or hurting, it is always a shock to my system to not be able to function as I always do.

But it didn’t stop my dick from being in overdrive.  I was packing and planning for my annual trip to Canada.  I was timing it to hit Cum-Union in Toronto and I was excited.  My dick was constantly reminding me that he had been underused this summer.  Tonight I needed a break from getting my camping gear together.  I had the house to myself—but no one online was interested.  I went, reluctantly, back to the bookstore.

It’s a weeknight.  The pickings are thin.  Two older men on the couch are just finishing up from sucking each other off as I walk in.  They zip up, wink at me and leave.  I sit on the couch.  Nope, the seat is high enough to press on my thigh right where it hurts.  I move to a chair.  It’s lower and I can angle my leg out to take any pressure off it.  I get out my dick and concentrate on stroking.

The porn is good.  It’s pretty nasty straight porn.  The guys are Latino, hung and hot as fuck; the pretty women want to be used—that kind of porn where their make-up goes from perfect to dripping down their cheeks from all the spit and cum.  Not only do the men eat pussy and tongue ass, they do it even after they fuck in those holes! These Latin men also expect their asses to be eaten by their partner.

And thank goodness the porn is good; for the first 30 minutes of my visit there is no one else around.  I stroke happily—with no twinges in my leg.

The door opens.  It’s a man I have played with many times.  He’s usually been mentioned in passing.  He’s African-American, mid-40’s I would guess.  He likes to stand next to me, knead his trousers and eventually pulls out his seven-incher.  He loves my mouth and usually gives me a load very fast.  He is surprised I’m not in my usual spot on the end of couch, but he walks up behind me and stands at my shoulder, kneading the bulge in his pants.  He unzips.  I turn slightly and take his cock into my mouth.

“Damn, you’re good,” he sighs.  “Suck me.”

I don’t need encouragement.  It’s the perfect sized dick for my mouth—big enough to feel full, but no so big that I can’t do all the tricks with my tongue.  I feel him tense.  This is even faster than usual.  I am ready for him to explode.

And he pulls out of my mouth. 

“I can’t stand it.”  His pants drop to his ankles.  He spits in his fingers and, as he walks around in front of me, he pushes his wet fingers into his ass.  Before I can say anything, he sits on my cock.  He takes me to the root in a single stroke.

“Argh.”  I grit my teeth.  His weight has ground my thigh against the chair frame.  I shift it more to the side and the pain lessens.  He rides my cock like a pro.  I have seen him here easily half a dozen times and he’s never done anything but get his dick sucked.  Once I saw another man sucking him—but he pulled out of that guy, walked over to me and stuck his wet dick in my mouth and gave me the load.  And now he’s riding my cock like a whore in heat.

His legs tire, just as I’m about to say I can’t take any more (for a very different reason).  He stands up.  He grabs a grubby bandanna out of his back pocket and wipes my cock off.  He kneels and begins sucking my dick.  I am in shock.  I was sure this guy was trade.  His technique is enthusiastic more than practiced.  But I am getting off on his role switch.

There is a sound outside the door.  He is up off the floor in a flash, pulling his pants up and sitting in a chair near me before the door can open.  An old man shuffles in, barely able to make it to the couch.  My role reversal guy looks to heaven, sighs and takes off.  I wait a moment.  Yup.  I hear the door to the gay cinema.  He’s gone there.  I stand.  I have a flash of pain, than am fine as I pull myself together.  I go next door, too.

He’s there, right inside the door.  And another regular sits along the side wall:  a thin man who usually tops with others but has sat on my dick more than once.  I make the assumption that the guy I pursued in here won’t get back on my dick.  And indeed once I’m seated, he stands up and starts to fuck my face.  The other man pulls out his dick and jerks as he sees that black dick being thrust into my mouth. 

Once again, I’m sure he’s going to blow his load in a matter of minutes.

And once again, I’m wrong.  He moves around and sits back on my dick in full view of this other guy.  He rides me, grunting out his pleasure.  The other man strokes harder.  I nod at him.  He gets up and I think I’m going to get his cock to suck as I’m being ridden.  Wrong again.  He decides to spit roast the man on my dick.  He sticks his dripping cock in the Black man’s mouth.

There is only a moment of our three-way connection.  Suddenly the man riding me pulls off both of us and shoots all over the floor.  The man in his mouth fires at the same time.  His load goes on the floor too, after the first glob lands on the bigger black cock.

We all clean up—they with napkins—I need to wash.  By the time I’m out of the bathroom, there is no one in either theatre. 

At all. 

For the rest of the night.

Even the good porn has deserted me.  It’s now a terrible point of view flick—more talk than fuck.

I wait awhile…and go home.  But rather pleasantly surprised by the turn of events.

The Playroom Re-opens: Mixing It Up

My Playroom—August, 2017

My house was my own again.  Well, at least for this third week of August.  I had the playroom set up and ready to go within 48 hours of all the summer people leaving.  And I had the first trick walking through the door in less than 24 hours after that.  And I christened it with someone new.

Samuel wrote me right as I was beginning to reclaim the bedroom and put the waterproofing down.  It looked like he was a traveler—and I always like to show that Michigander’s are good hosts.  It turned out that he listed out of state to be more anonymous online.  His profile showed a good looking man ten years younger than me, solidly built with short dark hair.  He told me he had a very submissive side once he started using his poppers.  As we were talking on AssPig, I knew that more than my tongue and cock were going into his ass.

Samuel is right on time.  Early, actually.  But I’m ready.  As I open the door, I notice that he looks like his pictures—always a good first step.  We talk for a second…than he goes to check his cleanout.  Soon he’s upstairs and stripped to a jock.  I am ‘leather light’ on this hot August afternoon—a harness and wrist band.  And a jock.

“You should suck my dick.”   Samuel kneels in front of me.  He takes me into his mouth.  “Wider,” I tell him.  That does the trick.  He has good tongue action—but I can tell that sex for him is all about his ass.  I stop him and tell him to get up on the fuck bench.  It’s my turn to kneel.  It feels good to let my knees settle into the padded squares under the equipment.  The bench has spread his meaty, hairy cheeks nicely.  I dive in.  He groans and I hear the popper bottle open.  I eat and stroke myself to full hardness.    His ass opens—is it my tongue or the poppers?  I dig in and leave a nice trail of spittle in his hole.  I stand up and smear my cock head on his wet, dilated pucker.  He groans as he realizes it’s my precum that he’s feeling now on his hole.  I sink back to my knees and drill it in deep with my tongue.

It’s time to fuck.  I stand and slap his hole.  He senses what’s coming and this time I hear the aerosol spray as he fills a corner of a bandana with Maximum Impact.  I push in.  He’s an easy entry.  His hole is relaxed.  The MI is making him babble about being a pig and for me to use him as I see fit.

I fuck him hard.  His hole just keeps opening.  I grab the egg-headed dildo, grease it and shove it deep into him. He yelps and tells me to use him.  I pull down on the base of the toy and my cock head pushes in.  It slides perfectly along the slender, ribbed column until I bottom out.  “You’re double stuffed now,” I grunt out.  His only answer is to open the popper bottle again.

I pull out.  I pull the toy out.  His hole is puffy and stays open.  I direct a stream of pale piss at it from my hard cock.  He gasps appreciatively.  I let some fill him but make most of it coat his ass cheeks.  I fall to my knees and clean him up.  The piss is very clear and tasty.  I stand back up and re-enter him roughly.  Samuel grunts and the spray can goes off again.

*****

He’s in the sling.  I have fucked him there.  I have cranked him open with the speculum.  I have held the hand mirror up so he can see the spread of his hole and the delicious pinkness of the interior.  I have fucked him with the speculum in place. I have used the big butt plug on him.  And the tiered plug that reminds me of a kinky Christmas tree. All assisted by one inhalant or the other.

I insert the big plug back up his hole.  I go to the bureau and find my tit forceps. I lean across him and wet his nipples with my mouth.  I clip the blue plastic on his right nipple.  He groans in the back of his throat.  I do the same for the left.

I work the plug out.  I piss his crack and balls one more time. And settle down for some handballing.  I start with a lateral stretch—both sets of fingers pulling left and right.   My left hand goes in easily as he inhales poppers.  My right replaces it.  Again and again.

I turn my hands upside down and enter him with my thumbs down.  Left and right. 

I work my left in again.  I stand.  Rampant.  I really want to insert my cock in with my fist.  I tell him so.  He closes the popper bottle and nods that he’s ready.  As my cock head pokes alongside the underside of my wrist, he signals me to stop for a moment.  He decides to huff MI as well.  “Use me, Sir. Jerk off…inside me.  Make me...”

His words turn to a mumbled mush.  Then silence.  He’s gone.  Shit.  I pull out.  I can see he’s breathing, but he is not responding to me at all—either verbal or physical.  I have seen this once before when guys mix poppers and Maximum Impact.  I slap his face.

Slowly he returns from being totally frozen in place.  I tell him what happened.  I let him lie there until he feels back to normal. 

Some water. 

Eventually I work a hand back in him.  This gets my dick hard enough to finally go back up him.  But I don’t try for the two together.

I simply fuck him and breed him as he tells me that he feels likes such a slut.

He gets out of the sling.  He stands looking down at the space he’s just left.  He grabs a towel off the frame and jerks off into it as I twist his nipples from behind…

*****

He sent me a text after he left:  “Wow, wow, wow.  Thank you sir.  That was amazing. I loved that.  I hope you had fun…”

I certainly didn’t have a bad time.  Just a scary moment or two. 

And definitely an appreciation of my other men who don’t need artificial enhancers to let me into their bodies…

"Give Me Your Daddy Cum”

Near Home—August, 2017

I love having such good sex that I don’t want it again anytime soon.  Such was the case after the 18 hours with Derrick and Jacob chronicled in the last two posts.  But towards the end of that week, when I had an unexpected Thursday night off, my cock made it quite clear that he needed attention.   I listened—and went to the local bookstore on a non-weekend night.  I was glad I did…

It’s not particularly crowded.  But the crowd is all new to me.  And that’s always good.  A couple of older men are jerking each other on the couch in the straight theatre.  I watch for a moment.  They glance at me and all but offer me a seat between them.  I hear a movement behind the connecting wall between this and the gay theatre, so I decline and go over there.  

The door bangs behind me.  It’s dark, but I can see.  Close to the screen sits a man who was once a clerk at this store.  He is stroking his huge cock to the porn.  An older man, in rather loud Bermuda shorts, sits across from him watching the guy masturbate.  I sit against the back wall and get my dick out.  I am instantly hard—the porn is good and I am getting off on watching the man watch the dick across from him.

But then he notices me.  Now he looks like a tennis spectator as his head goes back and forth between the two of us.  And surprisingly, I win.  He walks over and asks if I would like to be sucked.  I nod.  He steps out of his flip flops and carefully kneels on them.  He swallows me down.  Quite easily.  And with lots of spit and suction.  It’s a great warm up suck.

The other big dicked guy moves around to watch us instead of the movie.  My cock sucker looks at the other man, now watching him.  I can’t be sure, but I think just the possibility of taking turns on those two big dicks makes him cum in his pants.  His body jerks—without touching his crotch.  And he’s done doing me.  He stands, slips the flip flops back on and exits.

I smile at the former clerk and do myself up.  I want to see what the men on the couch are up to.  I go back next door.  One of the men is gone.  But a distinguished man, sitting in the corner, pats the seat next to him.  I sit.  He reaches over and unbuttons my pants.  My cock, still damp, flops out and his soft, gentle hands caress it.  I am not a big fan of hand jobs, but this is nice.  I reach under his dress shirt and take his seven inches into my hand.  I try to match his stroke.  His left hand pulls up his shirt, baring his hairy abdomen. 

I stroke.  I become aware that an older man is giving a very young man a blow job in the front row.  The young recipient keeps turning around in his chair, keeping tabs on what we are doing.  I figure nothing ventured and all that…I ask in a whisper if I can suck my seat companion.  He shakes his head and strokes me faster.

I match his tempo.  In moments, he unloads all over his stomach.  I sink to my knees.  He looks at me then nods his head and allows me to lick his abdomen, but not his cock, clean. 

When I’m done, I sit back up on the couch.  I watch the young man down front tap his cock sucker on the shoulder, asking him to stop.  The young man gets up.  He doesn’t bother to put his dick away as he walks toward us.  His thin cock sticks out, occasionally hidden by his over large, tie-dyed sleeveless t-shirt.  He sits between us.  We move, to give him room.  He could be anywhere between 25 to 35 years of age.  His hair is dark blond and cut quite short.  He’s more cute than handsome.  

And eager.  I stand up and present my dick to his waiting mouth.  He takes me to the root.  He may be young but he has incredible skills.  I grunt my approval.

He pulls off me.  “Does Daddy like my mouth?”

I nod and he takes me deep into his throat again.  The stroker has not lost his hardon.  He strokes the young man next to him.  This doesn’t keep the boy from making a meal of my cock. 

He stops again.  He looks at how red the helmet of my cock has turned.  “Daddy’s dick likes my mouth.”

“Yeah, boy.  Suck Daddy’s cock.  Show these men how much you like it.”

I say men, for the man who was sucking him before, has pulled up a chair to watch us.  The boy goes back to sucking at my urging.  He pulls off again and spits on the cock head.  He makes a show of licking it off to the other two men.

This time I pull out.  I hunker down and take his thin dick in my throat.  “Fuck, yeah, Daddy.  Suck me.  Fuck, you have it all in your mouth.”  He bucks into my mouth—and for a moment I think it’s all over.  But, no.  He sits back down and I pull off, intending to stick mine back into his mouth.  But he has other plans.  Before I stand up, he flips over, presenting me with a downy blond ass.  “Eat me out, Daddy.”

Oh, fuck, yeah.  He is sweaty from the sex, but more than ready for my tongue.  I eat him until my cock is dripping.

“Fuck me, Daddy.  Put that big dick in your boy.”

I rear back from my tongue deep in his hole.  “You want my raw dick inside you, boy?  You want me seeding your ass?”

“Yes,” he whispers.  “Knock my ass up.”

I didn’t come to fuck tonight, but there is no way I am not getting into that butt.  I eat him some more—leaving copious amounts of viscous saliva in him.  He’s moaning now.  The Stroker has started beating the boy’s meat as I rim.  I put a hand on his wrist to slow him down—I don’t want the boy to shoot before I fuck him.

“Fuck me,” he hisses at me over his shoulder.

I stand up and enter him.  Slowly.  He opens easily.  I work my entire length into him.

“You feel so good,” he croons.

“You, too,” I tell him.  “Hot and tight.”

“My ass loves Daddy cock.  I only get fucked by daddies.”

“Good boy.”  I am fucking him now.  Plowing his ass.  It looks terrific:  the beautiful blond butt taking my thick pole of a cock.

“I want your load, Daddy.  I want to take it home.”

“Yeah?”  I pick up the tempo of the fuck.

“I want to finger it out of my boi-pussy when I’m all alone.”

Fuck, did he rehearse this?  He’s saying all the right things to get me to unload.  I slam into him again and again.  I’m close.

“Fuck yeah.  Give it to me.  Give me your Daddy cum.”

“Take it!   Take it, boy...”  I start shooting into his ass.  He clenches, milking me perfectly.  I shake and empty into him.  He milks me.  Expertly.  I hold in place and let him.

Slowly he pulls off me.  He spins around and licks my cock clean.  The men watching are taken aback by this.  I love it.  When he’s done, I kiss him.  I sink down onto the couch next to him.  We trade names.  His shirt is pulled up for a moment as he pulls up his underwear.  There is an intricate tattoo all across his pubic area.  It sinks in—I’ve done this boy before.  The last time was in the corner of the gay cinema.

He does himself up.  He kisses me again and heads out the door.

Taking me home with him. 

Or maybe only taking me to the booths so he can use me as lube for another fuck.

I don’t care.

Either is fine with me.